In Room Maid Servicing

"Why don't you take me back to your room and I can show you proof that women are after you," Tara teased you and you were eager to take her up on her offer. There was a major concern that caused you to hesitate though.

"Sarah's been out for a while, so she could come back to our room at any time. If we go there we could easily be caught," you responded while still staring lustfully at Sarah's Maid of Dishonor.

"Bill, if you're not willing to risk your entire future with Sarah to get another taste of this," Tara began, running her hands down the incredible curves of her long and shapely body, "perhaps you aren't as worthy of having me as I thought. I'm sure I'll have no problem finding other men at this resort who will gladly take me right in front of their wives if I ask them."

She began to turn away from you, as if she was about to go out hunting for other married men. You realized that she was right, the chance to be with her was well worth risking your marriage and you reached out and took hold of her arm. She didn't resist as you pulled her tightly against you and began passionately kissing her, first on the lips, then the neck and then on the smooth skin of the top of her breasts. "Good boy, I knew you were more eager than that. Now take me to your room," she commanded in a sensual purr.

You began running towards the room you shared with Sarah at the resort, your arm outstretched behind you to pull Tara with you. Her long legs allowed her to easily keep pace with you even though she was running heels. You ran through the lobby of the hotel in a blur, not taking notice that some of the women there looked somewhat different today than they had at the start of your honeymoon. By the time you neared your suite the two of you were passionately embracing and kissing and stumbling down the hallways like a newlywed couple **** to begin your wedding night. Tara pressed you up against the door of your suite and you fished your keycard from your pocket without stopping your lustful attentions to her. Swiping the card you almost fell backwards into the room as the door opened, Tara kicking it shut behind her once she was inside.

The sexy woman who was supposed to be your wife's best friend shoved you back onto the bed before taking in the room. Her eyes spotted the attached bathroom and she smiled, "Get naked for me Bill. I'd love for you to tear these clothes off me, but I'll need them in the morning. I've brought another outfit that I'm sure you'll want to remove with your teeth and I'm just going to go change."

When she disappeared into the bathroom you quickly stripped off every article of clothing you were wearing. You then climbed back onto the bed and lay facing the bathroom door, as if presenting your body and your already hard cock for her approval when she returned. It took her a few minutes to change and the anticipation only made your erection grow harder as you stared intently at the doorway, waiting for her to reemerge. When she did, your breathing stopped in awe of how incredibly sexy she looked in the outfit she'd chosen.

Her incredible breasts were only partly covered by two squares of black fabric, her legs and hips clad in an already short black leather skirt that had a wide slit to make it even shorter on one side. Her arms were in a tiny black jacket that would never manage to wrap around her succulent tits. With a shrug of her shoulders, the light jacket dropped to the ground. "Come to me, my pet, you know what your mistress wants you to do.", she beckoned you.

Sliding off the bed you approached with reverence for the work of art that was her incredible body. When you reached her you buried your head in her spectacular cleavage. You felt her arms wrap around your head, pulling you deeper between her breasts as your teeth found the thin string that wrapped around her holding her minimal top in place. With your teeth on the string, your lips were pressed against her taut stomach at the base of her breasts and you kissed it. You pulled on the string with your teeth, rewarded by the string unravelling as she had carefully tied it to allow this particular action. She released your head, allowing you to step back from her, the string pulling away with you and drawing its entire length off of her.

With the string undone, the fabric covering her breasts only hung loosely from a single thread around her neck. You approached her, letting your teeth grip the fabric of one of the black squares and also giving a small nibble to the erect nipple behind it, eliciting a moan from Tara. Making sure you didn't bite too hard on her nipple you took the fabric in your teeth and pulled it away with a toss of your head like a dog might yank on a rope. You opened your mouth at the end of your swing letting the top fly away before turning to stare momentarily at her incredible bare breasts. But your teeth weren't done their job yet.

You sank to your knees before Tara, excited by how natural it felt to be in this position near her. You took the tag of the zipper on her skirt in your teeth, sliding it up in a single, swift motion. The skirt dropped to the ground, revealing a pair of very sheer, black lace panties as the only thing she still wore aside from her sexy footwear and some jewelry. You leaned in to her crotch, your tongue flicking out and licking at the thin fabric covering her lower lips. The panties were so thin and lacy that they did little to interfere with the arousal your tongue was causing her, but she'd told you tear her clothes off with your teeth and you did not intend to stop until even these were gone. Using your tongue to pull as much of the fabric into your mouth as possible you pulled back with clenched teeth, tearing the panties in half and ripping apart their waistline. Your eyes trailed them as they slid down her long and shapely legs to the floor.

"Good boy," Tara praised you, "now get back on that bed. The Maid of Dishonor intends to ride you until morning and I want to get on top of that cock now!" Hearing her use the title for herself that you thought had been your own little secret was exciting. You knew Sarah had never heard her called that and you were pretty sure you'd never said it aloud to Tara, so either she'd come up with it herself or one of the other wedding guests had shared it with her when they overheard you.

You moved back to the bed, your erection throbbing with desire for Tara, and lay yourself down on your back. She approached and slowly, deliberately and teasingly climbed up onto the bed to position herself above you. The night became a blur of ecstasy for you as Tara thrust her wet, tight pussy onto your cock over and over again. Your eyes and hands roamed over her entire body, paying special attention to those phenomenal breasts and long legs. Your lips frequently locked with hers throughout the night, your tongues passionately warring within your mouths.

Sarah did not return that night, but you wouldn't have noticed if she did. A flashing light on the room phone lit up near midnight to indicate a message, but you were far too distracted by Tara passionately fucking you to be aware of it. A ding on your phone indicated a message had arrived there as well, but it went unanswered as you kept thrusting into Tara while she kept thrusting down onto you. In the early morning, Tara kissed you passionately one last time before putting back on the outfit she'd arrived in the day before. "That was certainly fun, Bill, I think I might get myself a room at one of the other nearby resorts so that we can repeat that if I get horny again."

With those words, she left your room and you drifted off to sleep at 4 a.m., hoping no one woke you too soon.